Keith Urban

Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories, I don't need them.
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothin' left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me.

Someday I'm gonna run across your mind
Don't worry, I'll be fine
I'm gonna be alright
While you're sleepin' with your pride
Wishin' I could hold you tight
I'll be over you
And on with my life.

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Vad väger du? Du har en sån snygg kropp!

2012-10-11 - 17:58:54

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